In the quiet after you chose to depart,
My heart beats so slow, I fear it might part.
You took it all, my spirit, my spark,
Leaving me wandering alone in the dark.
A shell of myself, aimlessly I roam,
A walking corpse in a once vibrant home.
The beat of my heart, a morose, dull throb,
A reminder of the love you did rob.
Yet within this shell, a flicker, a start,
A sign that life can mend a broken heart.
For though you're gone, and the healing is steep,
I'll find my way back from this love so deep.
